Luyện nghe bài hát Springfield Mill

An ocean water, a winter without snow
A day in the with no where to go

Nothin' is dawning, just a tiny glow
Up sweet river home, the only one I know

trees on the north side, green grass on the hill
Sun shines down on my front porch, here at Mill

in the city, never knowing people, really alone
Night life had me going so, I stay, I had to go home

out in the meadow, clothes out on the line
My in the kitchen, says, "It's gettin' 'bout supper time"

been right nice a talkin', come back and sit a spell
But don't ask me to my home again, I believe I'd rather go to Hell

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